It seems that the weather hadn't been kind to Sutherland's plans. The land was already cursed by an ever present heatwave, but today there just had to be storms rolling into Malboura. Jacob Gathum, the relatively young, light skinned, brown haired, blue eyed and averagely built Sutherian diplomat had to watch the initial moments of the meeting intently on a tablet on his private flight into Bretonnia. He couldn't wait for the pizza, it was absolutely mouth-watering. Once the flight touched down in the Bretonnian runway, Jacob wasted no time in rushing to his destination, though not before he tidied his black pinstripe suit, gelled up his head of hair and ensured his bags were packed. The distinguished man quickly made his way through the airport, gliding through security measures and ID checks to the outside of the airport, where he met his official escort waiting for him.
As the drive lagged on he kept his eyes away from the eye-candy of the city around him, and instead had them glued to his tablet screen. He had watched as the meeting went from small-talk, to the plage outbreak, to the reason they were all there and now a tiny yet important definition of the term 'republic' in the draft. Bloody rubbish, Jacob thought to himself, this should've been sorted earlier, but I suppose that's partially what the meeting's about.
The thought receeded from Jacob's mind, and as it did the escort vehicle came to ia stop as the driver simply looked back to Jacob and nodded,, signaling that they were at their destination. Jacob exited with all his luggaage, tablet still in hand, and made his way through the building. Eventually, after some help from friendly workers in the building, Jacob found his way to the meeting room. He stood outside the large door, taking a couple of breaths before he would essentially march on in there. He breathed, in, and out.
"G'day mates!" Jacob declared as he pushed open the door for the meeting room, entering as he did. "I am the diplomatic, and unfortunately late, representative of Sutherland at this meeting" He continued as he made his way to the leftover pizza. He took a slice and continued speaking, or suitably mumbling as he munched on some pizza, "Mmmm, this is good pizza. Anyways, Sutherland agrees with the definiton put forth by Cikniye"
He got the impression from President Lauvard that this was a friendly occassion, but Jacob hoped he hadn't just gone too casual.